October Moon

I sighed, the medicine finally kicking in, dulling my senses. The sound of the professors voice droned passed my ears as the hydrocodone raced through my veins giving my a drunken drowsiness.

The restless energy that coursed in my blood finally dispersed and I was able to relax my muscles. Many times I wondered why I was born in such a way, in such a world. The noise of books closing and paper rustling brought me back from my thoughts; the professor finally releasing us.



"Faith, you should come out with us for drinks!" i turned to look at the speaker. A skinny dark haired girl, I believe that her name was Aurora.

I smiled back at her. "Sure, just lemme know." it was purely reflex, knowing that they probably wouldn't call, and even if they did I wouldn't go. I watched as she joined with three other classmates, laughing at something as they walked out the door. A pain laced through my chest unexpectedly. Quickly I packed my books into my bag and hurried out of the classroom.



I was surprised when hours later my cellphone buzzed against my thigh. I had been meditating in my favorite tree, its colors had turned from a soothing green to a blood red.



"Hey Faith, its Aurora!"



"Hi"



"Just wanted to let you know that we're going to be going to a party downtown. You should come!"



"Um, I don't think Ill be able to make that." I replied easily. Solitude was better then trying to act okay, to act normal like them. There was a long pause on the other end.



"Faith, you never come out with us... do you have a problem with us?"



This was unexpected, normally they would just accept the answer and leave it at that.



"No not at all"



"You should come out with us, you're always being such a loner... come out and have fun for once" How I wish I could just be like them, being able to do as I please, let go and have fun when ever I wanted. Being around them just hurt. "Come on Faith, take a chance! Have fun with us."



Finally I agreed, if only to just shut her up, I didn't want to cause problems in class. I wanted to be as normal as I could and not stick out.



"Great! Ill pick you up at ten then" I hung up the phone and sighed. Switching my position I hooked my legs around the tree branch and swung down. Letting my legs loose I flipped onto the ground.

As I entered my apartment I turned on the Ipod that sat on the kitchen counter. Enjoying the soft sound of the piano as Mozart floated through the room. I sighed, holding myself up against the counter. I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to do anything... It was all so uninteresting, and I just didn't have the will to do anything. However o deal with the nonsense that I know would come of me not going out would take more energy then just going out in the first place.

Around nine thirty I heard a knock on the door. I took my time opening it, knowing that Aurora would be on the other side.



"Oh! you're not even ready yet!" I looked down at myself, I wore the same jeans and V-neck shirt that I had been wearing in class this afternoon, what was wrong with what I was wearing? She brushed passed me and into the living room. "Well! show me to your room and Ill help!" She was so upbeat, so oblivious to my difference of her. Unconsciously I showed her to my room, it was a bland room with a queen sized bed and a dresser. Next to her I felt embarrassed by its emptiness.

"Wow you're so clean"



"Thanks..." I realized that I hadn't said a word since she had gotten there.



"you should see my room! Its such a mess... and you're so lucky! what a huge apartment, and its all to yourself? I have to live with four girls... we have to rent out time for the bathroom, its ridiculous!" I watched dully as she raided through my closet. Pulling out clothes as she talked. It was odd having a girl here, acting like a normal college student. Suddenly she made a high pitched squeal and yanked out a deep blue silk shirt, I had gotten it for some job assignment a year before. Twenty minutes later we were in her car traveling downtown.



"Where are we going?"



"Oh! to John's house, you know john from our class right?" I shrugged. "The tall one with glasses and brown hair. "I nodded in response, the image of who she was speaking about coming to mind. "He's having a get together with a bunch of friends, we're playing beer pong and everything!" She giggled at the thought. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, how I wish I could be like her. Free-spirited, happy and ignorant of everything around her. She was pretty and fun, something that the guys our age loved.



We pulled up to a white house that sat a few feet from the road, I could tell that the party had been going strong. Fear gripped me, the need to run from the mass of people that I saw through open windows was strong. Aurora grinned widely at me as she got out of the car, I took a deep breath, readying myself for the plunge before unhooking my seat belt and getting out of the car.



I walked behind her as we entered the house, my ears assaulted by the loud music and even louder voices. I watched as she greeted everyone we passed by with a hug and a kiss on the cheek; at times she would turn back and introduce me to someone. We continued on through the house until we came across the keg that sat in the back of the house. I poured myself some before separating from the crowd, content to sit against the wall and watch the party. I scratched at my wrist before taking a swig. The taste of the beer revolted against my tastebuds, but I forced myself to swallow it down, determined to look normal among them.

Aurora suddenly appeared in front of me and pulled me into the crowd, saying that some of our classmates were here. I followed behind her until we came to the entryway. John, the owner of the house was greeting the new comers, one of which I recognized as a professor. I greeted him with a nod before taking notice of the man that followed behind him. He stood in the door, cast in the shadow of the night, as if he was not comfertable with being in the air and light of the party. He took a step forward before extending a hand to John. he was tall, hair spiked in odd angles.

"Spike"